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spectors the traits featuring the <I>[[chiaroscuro]]</I> [[coalesce]], [[their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody|their con-]] | spectors the traits featuring the <I>[[chiaroscuro]]</I> [[coalesce]], [[their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody|their con-]] | ||
[[their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody|trarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody]] similarly as by the | [[their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody|trarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody]] similarly as by the | ||
| − | providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of | + | providential warring of heartshaker with [[housebreaker]] and of |
| − | [[dramdrinker]] against freethinker our social something bowls along | + | [[dramdrinker]] against [[freethinker]] our social something [[bowls along]] |
bumpily, experiencing a jolting series of prearranged disappoint- | bumpily, experiencing a jolting series of prearranged disappoint- | ||
ments, down the long lane of ([[it's as semper as oxhousehumper!]] | ments, down the long lane of ([[it's as semper as oxhousehumper!]] | ||
generations, more generations and still more generations. | generations, more generations and still more generations. | ||
Say, [[baroun]] [[lousadoor]], who in [[hallhagal]] wrote the [[durn]] thing | Say, [[baroun]] [[lousadoor]], who in [[hallhagal]] wrote the [[durn]] thing | ||
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White So is My Washing Done by Night, First and Last Only True Account all about the Honorary Mirsu Earwicker, L.S.D., and the Snake (Nuggets!) by a Woman of the World who only can Tell Naked Truths about a Dear Man and all his Conspirators how they all Tried to Fall him Putting it all around Lucalizod about Privates Earwicker and a Pair of Sloppy Sluts plainly Showing all the Unmentionability falsely Accusing about the Raincoats. The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture. There was a time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. To the hardily curio- sing entomophilust then it has shown a very sexmosaic of nym- phosis in which the eternal chimerahunter Oriolopos, now frond of sugars, then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his belly coupled with an eye for the goods trooth bewilderblissed by their night effluvia with guns like drums and fondlers like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All's so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our aysore today. Amousin though not but. Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of person- alities inflicted on the documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the in- spectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their con- trarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing a jolting series of prearranged disappoint- ments, down the long lane of (it's as semper as oxhousehumper! generations, more generations and still more generations. Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing
